32. Second Life #3
A thick bead of slick pre-come welled at the slit of his cock.
Draco stopped stroking. He leaned down and swiped his index finger across the heavy head.
He gathered the thick, clear fluid onto his skin.
He brought his finger up to his own mouth.
He maintained complete eye contact with me as he licked his own pre-come off his digit.
He sucked his finger into his mouth with a wet, sloppy sound.
The display drove me absolutely insane. A feral whine tore from my throat. My hips bucked upward off the mattress entirely on their own.
“You want a taste,” Draco stated. It was not a question.
He stroked his massive cock a few more times. He gathered another heavy drop of pre-come on his first two fingers. He leaned over my face. He pressed his wet digits directly against my closed lips.
I opened my mouth instantly. I sucked his fingers deep into my throat. I tasted his ancient power and his raw desire. I swirled my tongue around his thick digits. I sucked on them desperately. I wanted to drain every ounce of flavor from his skin.
Draco pushed his fingers deeper. He hit the very back of my throat.
He fucked my mouth with his hand. He pumped his two fingers in and out of my tight throat with a brutal, steady pace.
I gagged around his hand, but the sound was swallowed by his flesh.
I drooled all over his knuckles. The thick saliva coated his skin and dripped down onto my chin.
He pulled his fingers out with a loud pop. He wiped the excess saliva directly onto his own chest. He grabbed his massive cock again and resumed his slow, torturous stroking right in front of my eyes.
“Please,” I begged. The word was a wet, broken sob. “Please, Draco. I need you. Fuck me.”
“Begging already,” Draco mocked gently. He leaned down and traced my swollen lower lip with his thumb. “We have all of eternity, Nico. I am going to make you wait until you shatter.”
Draco stepped away from the bed. He left me thrashing against the tight fabric bindings while he walked toward the far wall of the bedroom.
He pressed his hand against a seemingly solid oak panel.
A soft click echoed in the quiet room, and a hidden cupboard swung open.
Blackthorne always had secrets, and apparently, Draco’s bedroom was no exception.
He reached inside the dark space and pulled out several objects.
He walked back into the dim light, and my breath caught in my throat.
He held a thick, ribbed silicone dildo in his left hand and a slender, gleaming steel sounding rod in his right.
He also carried a heavy glass bottle of lubricant tucked under his arm.
He set the toys and the bottle on the mattress right next to my hip.
Then he leaned over my trapped body. He did not go straight for the toys.
He took his time. He pressed his mouth to the center of my chest and dragged his tongue down my sternum.
He tasted my sweat and the lingering salt on my skin.
He kissed the hard ridges of my stomach, worshiping the new, eternal strength of my vampire body.
“You are flawless,” Draco murmured against my skin. He bit down gently on my hip bone, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my groin. “Your body was beautiful before, but now it is perfect. It is built to take absolutely everything I want to give you.”
He reached for the glass bottle and popped the cap open. He poured a generous pool of the thick, clear liquid directly onto my trembling stomach. The lubricant felt freezing against my overheated skin. He coated his fingers in the slick fluid and reached for my aching erection.
He rubbed the lube all over the head of my cock. He worked the thick liquid directly into my sensitive slit. Then he picked up the surgical steel sounding rod. He coated the metal thoroughly, ensuring it was completely slick.
“Look at me, Nico,” Draco commanded.
I forced my eyes open and met his dark, blazing gaze. He held the tip of the steel rod right against the opening of my urethra. I let out a ragged, fearful whine. My new senses amplified the cold bite of the metal against my highly sensitive flesh.
Draco pushed forward. The smooth steel breached my slit and slid inside my cock.
The sensation was completely blinding. It was a burning fullness that bordered on pain but quickly melted into an overwhelming, intense pleasure.
My hips bucked violently against the mattress.
I tried to pull away, but the tight bindings on my wrists and ankles held me perfectly still.
He fed the rod deeper. He guided the slick metal down the center of my shaft inch by agonizing inch.
I screamed his name into the quiet room.
Tears streamed down my face. The internal friction was devastating.
He slid the rod all the way down until the base rested against the tip of my cock, filling me completely from the inside out.
“Good boy,” Draco praised softly. He let go of the rod, leaving it lodged deep inside my flesh. “Hold that for me.”
I sobbed, entirely consumed by the heavy, stretching ache in my groin.
But Draco was not finished. He picked up the thick, ribbed dildo.
He poured more lube into his palm and slathered the silicone toy until it dripped with the slick fluid.
He reached between my spread thighs and pressed his wet fingers against my tight entrance.
He rubbed the lubricant over my swollen ring of muscle, preparing me for the intrusion. Then he lined up the blunt head of the dildo. He did not tease me this time. He pushed his weight forward and drove the thick toy deep into my hole in one brutal, continuous motion.
I shrieked as the ribbed texture scraped against my sensitive internal walls.
The thick ridges rubbed directly over my prostate.
The dual sensation of the steel rod filling my cock and the ribbed silicone stretching my ass was entirely too much.
My vision flashed white. My entire body locked rigid against the bed.
Draco grabbed the base of the dildo and started to pump it in and out of my body. He established a ruthless, punishing rhythm. Every time he thrust the toy deep, the thick ribs dragged across my most sensitive nerves. The pleasure was a roaring fire in my blood.
“Take it,” Draco snarled. He slapped my thigh hard, leaving a bright red mark on my pale skin. “Feel how empty you are. Feel how much you need my cock to fill you properly.”
“Please,” I begged wildly. I thrashed my head from side to side. “Take them out. Give me the real thing. I want you.”
Draco just laughed. It was a dark, cruel sound that vibrated with pure dominance.
He pumped the ribbed dildo faster. He reached forward and flicked the base of the steel rod protruding from my cock.
The metal vibrated deep inside my shaft, sending a shocking wave of pure agony and ecstasy straight through my core.
I was completely at his mercy, drowning in the overwhelming flood of sensation, exactly where he wanted me.
Draco did not stop. He gripped the base of the ribbed dildo and drove it into my body with a terrifying, relentless force.
Every thrust ground the thick silicone ridges directly against my prostate.
At the same time, he kept flicking the base of the steel sounding rod.
The heavy metal vibrated deep inside my aching shaft.
The combined friction was entirely too much for my newly heightened senses to handle.
I thrashed against the tight fabric bindings holding my wrists and ankles to the bedposts.
My back arched completely off the mattress.
I screamed his name as the blinding pleasure built into a roaring crescendo in my blood.
I was right on the absolute edge of a devastating climax.
My entire body locked up, trembling violently as the pressure in my groin reached a breaking point.
Right before I shattered, Draco stopped.
He pulled his hand away from the steel rod and stopped pumping the dildo.
He left both toys buried deep inside my flesh, but the sudden cessation of movement was absolute torture.
I let out a ragged, desperate sob. My hips bucked upward on their own, chasing a friction that was no longer there.
“Not yet,” Draco whispered. His voice was a dark, velvet scrape in the quiet room. “You are going to hold that edge until I tell you to let it go.”
He stepped back from the bed. I watched through blurry, tear-filled eyes as he walked across the room.
He grabbed a heavy, carved wooden chair from the corner and dragged it over to the foot of the bed.
He placed the chair right between my spread, bound legs.
He sat down and leaned back against the dark wood.
He spread his thighs wide open, displaying his massive, throbbing erection.
Draco wrapped his large hand around his thick shaft and started to stroke himself with a slow, deliberate rhythm. He kept his black, blazing eyes locked entirely on my flushed face. The display of his raw power and casual dominance made a fresh wave of heat flood my stomach.
“Mateo,” Draco called out. His voice was not loud, but it carried the absolute authority of an ancient predator.
The heavy oak door to the bedroom swung open immediately. Mateo stepped into the room. His golden eyes swept over my bound, toy-filled body, and a dark hunger flared in his gaze.
“Bring the boy in,” Draco commanded. He did not stop stroking his heavy cock.
Mateo turned his head and gestured into the hallway. A moment later, Luca stepped nervously into the room. The young human looked terrified. His eyes darted from Draco sitting in the chair to my naked, bound body on the bed. He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing visibly.
“Come here, Luca,” Draco ordered. His tone was deceptively soft, but it left absolutely no room for negotiation.